“Yeah man, we’re family see. We looks after the brothers. We takes care of our own, see. We don’t ax nothin’ of nobody. We takes care of our own. Yeah. Dat’s what we do.”
Note: – I apologize if I offended any group of individuals with that characterization but it is one we are familiar with. We have heard it on several occasions on many different T.V. police dramas. It was stated only as a means of opening this post and to generate a level of concern for the real problem. Gang violence in our world today. Thank-you for your understanding.
That was one side of one group of so called gangsters justifying their very existence. Domestic thugs, which is what they really are, who didn’t have brains enough to stay in school. Who decided that robbing from their own, intimidating their own, brutalizing their own was the right way for them to live their lives, acquire money and stature and to hell with everyone else.
These are the brave warriors that hang in groups and terrorize those who are smaller and weaker than they are. These are the brave warriors that drive around four, five and six to a car and fire weapons into innocent crowds of people to send a message not caring or sticking around to find out who they may have injured or killed. It could have been an old lady, someones grandmother or aunt perhaps. A little girl or boy too young to even understand violence and just interested in the next bowl of ice cream. That is until one of these brave warriors took their young life from them.
And what of these brave warriors? What do they do after they indiscriminately fire into a group of innocent and unarmed people? Or when these same brave warriors fire into a house where people are sleeping? Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters and, possibly grand parents as well. I’ll tell you what they do. They run. They run and hide and then they high-five each other and tell each other how brave they are.
“We showed ’em. We showed ’em they don’t never mess wit us and, we showed ’em what happen when they do.”
Brave warriors one and all or, cowards in cars running and hiding like scared little rabbits? They don’t have the guts to walk up and challenge the guy they are after to a man on man fight. All they can do is shoot a gun into a crowd or stab them in the parking lot of some all night market with five of their friends there for support.
It’s not like the old days when gang members, at the very least, had guts, not just guns and knives. When they settled things with their fists and they knew they wouldn’t be ganged up on if the other guy lost. The fight settled the issue, at least for then and everyone went home. One or more a little banged up maybe but, nobody was dead.
Now, gangs just shoot and run like, well, if they run and hide, they’re not brave are they? If they can’t stand and fight like men, one on one, they’re not brave either. If they have to intimidate with a whole posse behind them to confront one little girl or an old man, they’re surely not brave. So, if they’re not brave enough for those scenarios, what are they? It’s the first word of the title of this story. Remember it!!
Do you think these macho maniacs are any different than a rabid beast? They are not. As a matter of fact, they are worse. A rabid beast is predictable to a point and, it is acting the way it is because it is sick and can’t help it. Gangs, on-the-other-hand, live to prey on the weak because that is all they are capable of doing. They are not smart enough to compete on any intellectual level. They don’t have any kind of ethic at all so, legitimate work of any kind is out of the question. They will tell you that work is for losers. The smart guy takes what he wants. He doesn’t have to work for it. That’s why so many of these “smart guys” end up behind bars or dead.
Let me tell you something, the real smart guys don’t get arrested. I know that might come as a shock to some of you gang members out there but it’s true. The real smart guys live their lives free and outside of prison walls. It’s the animals and idiots that get arrested. It’s the animals and idiots that end up behind bars. It’s the animals and idiots that plaster their affiliations all over their bodies in ink. Yet these are real losers that some look up to and consider to be the brave warriors.
These are the tough guys, again, the brave warriors that control drugs, prostitution, loan sharking and protection scams in our cities and towns? Break them down into elements of one and see how tough they really are. Take away their strength, meaning their numbers, and see how tough they are then. These are cowards. All of them are cowards. They prove that every time they terrorize a little kid and think it’s funny. They prove it every time two or more of them confront anyone and feel like that makes them more important. They’re common bullies. The only way a bully can feel good about himself is when he makes fun of someone else. And, usually that person is smaller in stature, weaker in strength and, most important, alone. The bully or gang member has back-up, his crew or, in this case, his audience. “Look at me, how brave I am.” Know anyone like that?
We used to think that there was strength in numbers and there still is until you see a gang in action then, it becomes a weakness. A gang only has the power we, as a community, gives it. If we, as a community, decide to take it away from them, there is nothing they can do about it. We, who ever that we may be, “we” out number them and “we” always will. That is something we must remember. Man for man, we have the bigger, the stronger and the better gang. Their gang runs on fear and intimidation. Ours runs on community, friendship, faith and hope. Not to mention, we have the law on our side. You may not always think so, but we do.
These man/boys that hang around on street corners selling dope and yelling obscenities at girls walking by. Who touch or harass passers-by simply because they think they are entitled to, that they own the corner and the surrounding neighborhood and, in pure ignorance, laugh at their own stupidity.
Welcome to their small world. A single corner within a few small blocks, in one small neighborhood. These are the great warriors who look up to each other because they think they have the power. They are dead wrong, they have nothing, nothing at all. Not even each other. Put into a push or shove position where their personal well being out weighs that of one of their home boys. What do you think they will do? That’s right, they’d sell them out in a New York minute.
These are the street thugs, dressed in their gang finery and colors proudly displaying their gang and prison tats, because that’s all they have in life. These sad individuals who have a short and violent life to look forward to because they were too stupid, too ignorant and too lazy to make anything worthwhile out of their lives. They are lost souls with only death and/or incarceration to look forward to. They are men and, yes women, without futures, without vision, without hope.
What of the next generation of these, so called, gangsters? Their little brothers and sisters and all of the recruits they get behind prison walls or from within school yard fences? What’s to stop this useless, idiotic waste of lives? What’s to stop the treachery inflicted by these monsters on their own community, their own people and the surrounding communities as well? I would say death would be appropriate but that would be impossible. We could lock them all in a stadium and let them fight it out to the death. A small sacrifice for peace on the streets of our cities and towns. That would be applauded like the Romans did in the ancient coliseum when they threw the Christians to the lions. Applauded, yes, but impossible in today’s world. A real shame. Given a choice, most of them wouldn’t show up anyway. First word in the title of this story, remember!?!
Somehow, someway, we are going to have to appeal to the more intelligent of these gang members and ……………………… hmmm
I’m really sorry. I honestly don’t know how to correct this situation. I know the problem well but, for the life of me, I don’t know the solution. I don’t know how to overcome pure evil with pure logic or, if it is even possible to do so. I guess I’m just not smart enough to climb that mountain. God only knows, there has to be someone out there who can.
One more thing. If any gang member out there feels I have the wrong perspective on this situation, prove me wrong. Make an intelligent comment giving me your version of the truth as you see it. I’m asking for justification and clarification on a very troubling subject.
I welcome your comments and promise to respond to each. And, if I seem to be rather harsh on gangs and their members, thank-you, I have achieved my goal. I hate gangs and the needless violence and unrest they breed. Again, prove me wrong, if you can. If you cannot then you will have to live with it, die with it or change it. Your choice.
That’s my (personal) opinion and you’re welcome to it!
Have a nice day!